Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Accadde A,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Bauhaus,
Connie Case,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
Agent Orange,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Charles Mingus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Whodini,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
La Düsseldorf,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Ken Boothe,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Jacques Brel,
Marine Girls,
Scientists,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spandau Ballet,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.